Words are powerful
She sat alone watching the sunrise.
The only noise was the rusty bolts in the swings.
She just needed some peace and quiet.
She needed to be alone.
But as she looked over
she knew someone was with her.
Maybe she didn’t need to be alone.
She just needed to be with him.
He was her peace and joy.
He gladly sat next to her.
They watched the sunrise.
And enjoyed this moment.
I collapsed.
The mask disintegrated.
The real me was seen
I couldn’t pretend anymore.
I thought everything was fine.
I thought I was a superhero who could handle everything.
But even Superman has kryptonite.
Superheroes have their weaknesses.
Sometimes they are the ones who get broken.
Sometimes the weight of the world is too much.
I fall to my knees and surrender.
I break. I’m weak. I’m no superhero.
I’m just a human with a cape.
But now in this breakdown, the only way left to go is, through.
I will breakthrough this breakdown.
In these walls breathing is easy.
Here I can be the real me.
I feel protected and powerful.
But I can’t stay in between these walls.
I need to be powerful outside.
How will the outside know
About here if I never leave.
It’s not only these walls
that let me feel protected and powerful.
But he who lives in me.
And he will still be with me
Outside of these walls.
She has been with me since I was young.
She hasn’t left my side. Wherever I go, she goes.
She’s never gone long enough.
She is mean and heartless.
She says I’m not good enough, pretty enough or smart enough.
She doesn’t let me speak. she hates my ideas, Thoughts, and feelings.
She thinks she has power over me.
She hates who I am, who I was, who I will be.
She is rejected, unloved, and ugly
So she tells me I’m rejected, unloved, and ugly.
She says I don’t deserve anything and that I will never amount to anything.
She is my worst enemy, yet the one I can’t seem to let go of.
But that ends today. I release all the power she has over me.
Her words, her threats, her insecurities have no power.
As the sun sets
The people hustle along.
Train after train after train.
Mixed with the chatter of those around.
The cool breeze comes and goes,
On this end of summer,
Beginning of fall day.
I sit alone in my busy Brooklyn.
Waiting, always waiting.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
A wave of emotions drown me.
It consumes me.
It blocks my joy,
Like a dark cloud on a sunny day.
I never know what to call it.
Without notice, it comes and goes.
It leaves with a prayer.
But it arrives with an intensity.
Like a tsunami of emotions.
I thought it was hiding.
I thought it was running.
I couldn’t find it.
I gave up.
Love didn’t want me.
I wasn’t good enough.
But then one day, love found me.
Love wrapped me in his arms.
He called me beautiful.
His love is real.
It’s like no other.
God is the love that found me.
He is the love I finally found.
Words are beautiful.
The sun’s glare reached the darkness within.
Her heart was a resting place for memories.
Stunning, breathtaking, heavenly, out of this world.
This poem just wants to be beautiful.
So please see her beauty.
So her dreams may come true.
Am I finally beautiful?
You can’t look away.
Your reflection taunts you in moments of silence.
you’ve lost yourself.
Each time It turns on and off, a piece of your soul is taken.
You forgot what the stars look like,
The sun, moon, him.
you barely remember the way his eyes gazed you.
How his smile brightened your universe.
You would watch the stars together, and wake to the sun.
All you have now are the fading memories,
the moments of others.
They look happy as they enjoy real life.
You need those moments back. You need to find him.
You stare at the screen in anger.
Your reflection and that happy life laugh at You.
You throw the screen to the ground and your reflection shatters.
The phone is now useless so you look up at the stars.
The stars are incredible like his eyes.
His eyes. You look down and find his eyes.
They never left. You were the one who looked away.
I started this blog because I have a journal full of poetry and I want to share them with others.
I will only be posting poems I have written. They will be about my life which involves God. Some of the poems will be about love and my life experiences. Other poems will be about the people in my life and the things in my heart.
I hope you feel something from reading my poems, something like joy and love… or that it may bring back memories of similar situations in your life.
I hope you enjoy!
Iam.emely